Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Karnes
Joseph Karnes
Background Vocals
Noelle Scaggs
Noelle Scaggs
Tambourine
Grant Michaels
Grant Michaels
Programming
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Programming
James King
James King
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Burton Frederic
Eric Burton Frederic
Songwriter
Sam Hollander
Sam Hollander
Songwriter
James King
James King
Songwriter
Jeremy Ruzumna
Jeremy Ruzumna
Songwriter
John Wicks
John Wicks
Songwriter
Joseph Karnes
Joseph Karnes
Songwriter
Noelle Scaggs
Noelle Scaggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ike Schultz
Ike Schultz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ricky Reed
Ricky Reed
Producer
Ethan Shumaker
Ethan Shumaker
Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Turn it up Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want the good life, every good night, you're a hard one to hold 'Cause you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Somebody save your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar and gold I want your sex and your affection when they're holding you close (ha, ha, ha) 'Cause you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Every night when the stars come out Am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down 'Cause I'm in need of something good right now We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out And when we wake, we'd be the only sound Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap (Turn it up) That I can make your hands clap My flesh is searching for your worst and best, don't ever deny I'm like a stranger, gimme danger, all your wrong and your right Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine But you don't even know I can make your hands clap Said I can make your hands clap Every night when the stars come out Am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down 'Cause I'm in need of something good right now We could be screaming 'til the sun comes out And when we wake we'd be the only sound Get on my knees and say a prayer, James Brown That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap That I can make your hands clap (Yeah-yeah, oh, oh, yeah-yeah) That I can make your hands clap (Yeah-yeah, oh, oh) So can I get a hand clap?
Writer(s): Sam Hollander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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